Thursday, February 4, 2010

The World is Quiet Here

My thoughts expand as much as your lungs
As I walk a campus filled with more memories than people
Yet it feels empty
And it’s quiet

Even when the sun sings over the mountains
I feel the presence of you
On the other side
Yet I’m caught
When time was a year ago

I’m caught in a present past
And it’s quiet
Where I can’t go back

And it’s quiet
Where I now stand
Where I and your presence lack

The world is quiet where we can’t speak
Yet we both see
Where we can both be.


[for my friends, the three that have gone and those with whom I can relate]

The Poet

I am not currently a published, nor a famous, poet, but I hope that maybe that could change. These are all my own poems, so please feel free to compliment, criticize, or simply comment on them. I would greatly appreciate it. Spread the word, too, if you like them enough!

And if you even want to request a poem by me, I'm your personal poet.